The awaited appointment

Tom’s POV

I marched into the warehouse, terrified out of my wits. Barlow had called while I was at the office claiming that there was an emergency and I had to show up. I had raced all the way there with my car, trying not to think of the worst,yet it was all I could think about. Had the police found out? How was that possible? Was that why Barlow had called me? 

Did he think I was the mole? 

I stopped in my tracks when I saw a smiling, happy Barlow sitting at the head of a long table, grinning at me as if he was high on dopamine or some shit. That was the same bastard who had called me barely thirty minutes ago, screaming as if the world was coming to an end. 

“What’s going on?” I mumbled, looking around to see his henchmen had similar grins on their faces. 

They hung around the dimly lit warehouse, sharing